I awoke to the sounds of chirping birds and running water. I pried my eyes open and saw the beaming sun staring back at me, beckoning me to get up and stretch. With a moan, I picked myself up and let out a wail as a sharp pain rose in my head, and then I realised how dry my mouth was, so I lowered myself back onto the ground and crawled along the pebbly shore to the river, and then lapped up some water.
Peering down at my reflection, I was shocked by what was staring back at me. I was a complete mess, covered in mud and grass, scratches and bruises all over my arms and legs, and bags under my eyes. My plain clothes had been transformed into filthy rags, and my hair was crusty with mud. I rubbed my eyes and grunted with exhaustion.
I shook off the all too familiar urge to collapse in a heap and cry, and stood back up and began to take in my surroundings. Across the water and to the left I could see the cliff I'd fallen off the previous night, and I was surprised by how far I'd